The crows circled above as I went about in morning light. Their cracked beaks force me to look up. They say to listen, to watch…change is coming. A thick fog embraced the sky –that as a solitary moment of strange comfort for its blue. It is lost in the gray sheath that moves like breath. I look for morning sky and see nothing though I know it is there. Deep in my soul, I know it is.
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Showing posts with label Spiritual. Show all posts
October 29, 2009
My Poetry Vault: Morning Whisper
The crows circled above as I went about in morning light. Their cracked beaks force me to look up. They say to listen, to watch…change is coming. A thick fog embraced the sky –that as a solitary moment of strange comfort for its blue. It is lost in the gray sheath that moves like breath. I look for morning sky and see nothing though I know it is there. Deep in my soul, I know it is.
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